Earlly Mac - No No lyrics

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Ft. Manolo Rose

(Hook)

Yo, aye, don't fuck with my friend, that's a no no

Don't lift a finga on my sis or my bro bro

Don't fuck with the dough, that's a no no

Any nigga fuck with the dough gotta go go

I would neva talk to a snitch, that's a no no

Neva pay a top with a bitch, that's a no no

If the clip's runnin' real low, get more ammo

Nigga neva fuck with a Mac, that's a no no

(Verse)

Keep braggin' bout the cheddar, get yo ass right

All ass, nigga, get yo medicate

I'll stand by mine till the end of days

I'mma start my pimpin' at the heaven's gates

I don't give a fuck about ya anyways

Even at the church in the Sunday

You could get murked in a Sunday

I'mma chill, prolly get you on a Monday

Speedin' down the runway, a hunnid miles

Hustle and bustle, busting my ass

Like I gotta feed 100 mouths

Got 89 cousins, all of 'em need 89 cutlass

You say you got a bad bitch, but a _____(?)

A bitch got errthang with the gut missin'

Ok, we did it on our own, ain't no luv with this

Nigga, observation, show me luv with this

Make a bad bitch had to hug and kiss

Damn beat it up cuz she luv submission

I luv my blade, I luv my pistol

Girl, sorry, piss out, I'm in the club with this one

Old school Cartiers, man I'm clean as a whistle

Dancin' a-rage with her cuz my shit is official

You feelin' fucky Papa Ali

If you're diplomatic we could parlay

If you constipated find a potty

Cuz I ain't fuckin' with yo bullshit, Agy

Detroit versus Errbody, with Cartier frames when I go to errparty

You can neva harm me, you ain't got none on me

Draw the pistol on a nigga like an Air Hardy

Dress a rapper out the club, have him running to his rubby

Make him so shook, he forgot his way way for ya

Choppa hit the trance, bet that bitch won't study

She hopped in when her man's night is off, gone to party

I'mma boss up and get this money

In five minutes give a bad bitch 500

5 bubble verse, God Bible from the summit

Everything how real niggas neva plum it

That's real

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Manolo Rose)

Fuck with Manolo, that's a no no

Bro leanin' with yo bitch, that's a no no

I'm the type of muthafucka see what the pussy had like

Puss game good, but the head game was so so

Bitch, you a no go, the house was a house when I'm in it

The house became a home when you in it

I don't get a bitch brand like a Jew in here

House full of cheese, we like chew in here

Chocker on my block, we like you in here

See this muthafucka met his night night

Elevator ride, Salon Jones, Ray Ray

Came to the stomach going left hook

Why would I ever be? Scared with a nigga built like snookey

When I ride around with guns the size Kentucky

Goin' to the law fo' a bad bitch

Who cookin' fried chicken with the pasta

That mean her moms was a noobie and her pops was a mobster

Cuttin' big deals ova lobster

Nigga eva safe from Manolo

Did a chest shot, nigga, you ain't see strap?

The nigga wanna tessle, but we strapped

When murder come home, it's on, believe that

Bitch boy, you really wanna talk it out

If we ain't talkin' bout the bread, what we talkin' bout?

Pullin' up the points when I'm droppin' on these joints

And I pull a Delacroix when it's grammy night

(If it) Wasn't for the came, fuck what I do

I'm married to the game, I said 'I do'

We came for the chains, the watch is everythang

With my money butt naked like he Badu

(Hook)